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| Green Day Miscellaneous Saint Jimmy St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway Upon the blvd. like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of 1,2 1,2,3,4 My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to represent The needle in the vein of the establishment I'm the patron saint of the denial with an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe Raised in the city under a halo of lights The product of war and fear that we've been victimized I'm the patron saint of the denial with an angel face and a taste for suicidal ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? I'll give you something to cry about St. Jimmy My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun I'm the one that's from the way outside I'm a teenage assasin executing some fun in the cult of the life of crime I'd really hate to say it but I told you so So shut your mouth before I shoot you down o'l boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood I'm the resident leader of the lost and found It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy And that's my name AND DON'T WEAR IT OUT! |
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